Hollyhocks and cat-butts

Slightly lacklustre and twitchy today. This morning doing invoicing. In the afternoon slugged up to London to stay with mum and mase. Listening to Mr Norrell and Jonathan Strange on the train going up.

Pleased to see mum a good deal perkier and with the appetites of a lumberjack. She's able to think a lot straighter too, with not being dehydrated and drugged up to the gills. Spent a quiet late afternoon and evening chatting. In the evening, enjoyed getting my fork into a tamale pie that mase had made.

Toby is arriving next Tuesday, which is splendid. It is the day after Aimee and Princess Lakshmi come to Brighton. So I may be feeling a tad delicate.

First Matie called in the evening to say that she had been made redundant. This quite outrageous, but she seemed rather pleased about it. I told her that she was way too good for that place, which she was. She was heading off to the seaside instead of going to work. Bargain.

A half complete text from Lorraine this evening, due to one of her cats head-butting her. I must investigate if there are any historical events had been precipitated by the barging of cats.

Below I'm fascinated by these dark hollyhocks in Mum's garden. And I found another face in Mum's stones sculpture.